“Awwwwww,” Phil yelped as he came in her mouth, his cock jerking hard and helplessly.
“Awwwwww.”
At last his prick was limp and drained, and it slipped from her lips to fall wetly on his thigh. He looked down at it and sighed. “Hey, sorry about that,” he said.
“That’s all right, darling,” Karen said bravely, though she was terribly disappointed. “We’ll try again another night.”
“Another night?” Phil laughed. “Hell, in another minute would be more like it. I don’t need a whole day to get hard again, silly. Just give me a moment to catch my breath.”
Karen gawked at him, hardly daring to believe her ears. Phil had never in his whole life come twice in a night. He’d never even tried. Many times she’d lain awake writhing with frustration while he snored, wishing to God he’d get it up again and take care of her maddening need. But the only time she’d gotten the nerve to tell him, he said he needed his sleep because he had a big day at the office coming up.
Now he was telling her that his cock would be hard and ready to go again in just a few minutes. Karen creamed right through the crotch of her panties, she was so excited. Maybe at last he was going to bring her off. Phil grinned at her and reached for her panties, the last garment she had on. Karen moaned and let him slip them off.
“Now it’s my turn to do something nice for you,” Phil said lovingly.
He gently eased her onto her back. Karen was trembling with excitement, wondering what he had in mind. He smiled mysteriously and eased her long shapely legs wide apart, exposing her pretty scarlet slit. He licked his lips as he studied the rosy wet flesh and the fringe of golden curls. Karen couldn’t help blushing. He’d never really looked between her legs before. He’d always been too shy.
“You’re beautiful everywhere,” he said.
Then his head was dipping down into her crotch. Karen held her breath, not really believing it was happening. Phil giving head? Phil eating pussy? Her uptight moralistic husband actually engaging in oral sex? It just didn’t seem possible.
But when she felt his slippery hot tongue, she knew it was happening. Phil pressed his face eagerly against her fragrant blonde muff, and then his tongue crept out between the furry lips and found her ultrasensitive little clit. He started to tongue the tiny hot button, and dizzying pleasure rocked Karen’s body. With a joyous moan she threw her legs wide open.
“Oh, yes, Phil, darling, yes,” she moaned, “eat me… My God, I’ve wanted this for so long.”
It really was like a dream come true to feel her beloved husband’s tongue on her clit, eagerly and hungrily licking and lashing and rimming. It was something Karen had wanted as long as she could remember, but she’d never dared ask Phil for it, knowing his attitude about “kinky” sex. Well, thank God he’d met Luann. Luann must have taught him that there’s more to life than straight fucking.
“Ummmmm,” Karen moaned, “Ummmmm.”
Phil was pressing his lips against her little squirting clit-bump, sucking it, making her nearly faint with pleasure. She screamed ecstatically and creamed all over his face. He didn’t quit even then. He just kept sucking hard and fast on her tender joy button, and suddenly, to her surprise and delight, she was coming.
“Yes!” Karen wailed, “Ohhhhhh.”
Her body trembled and convulsed for long delicious moments while she came, but Phil never once stopped sucking on her tiny red button, never once took away the delicious stimulation that prolonged her orgasm and made her shriek with pleasure. At last, whimpering and breathless, she went limp on the bed, her satisfied cunt still leaking hot cream.
“Oh, darling,” she said gratefully, “that was the best come I ever had in my life. It was wonderful, Phil.”
He raised his cream-soaked face briefly from her crotch and smiled at her. “I’m glad you liked it, honey,” he said. “I ought to have done it years ago, but at least we can try to make up for lost time.”
“You better believe we will,” Karen said with a wink. “I’ve got five years of cock-sucking to catch up on.”
Phil chuckled and lowered his face again into the hot steamy flesh of her pussy. Karen moaned blissfully. A week ago he would have been shocked and angry if she’d even said the word “cock sucking.” Now he only laughed. Things certainly had changed for the better around their house. Now she felt his tongue creeping down toward her wet little cunt mouth, and she whimpered in anticipation.
“Ooooooo,” she squealed, “oh, yes, yes, Phil, put your tongue in my cunt. Oh, God, darling, that’s soooo good. Deeper, darling, deeper. Oh, Phil!”
Luann certainly must have been a great teacher. Phil knew just how to use his tongue in her cunt, slipping it in slowly for maximum effect, tickling and probing and jerking with it, driving her nearly wild with pleasure. Karen creamed uncontrollably around his deliciously reaming tongue. To her astonishment she started to come again, the second time in a matter of seconds.
“Ahhhhhhh,” she shrieked.
Phil waited patiently while her climaxing cunt contracted and released again and again around his deeply-buried tongue. Only when her orgasm was completely over and she lay exhausted and whimpering with satisfaction did he finally remove his tongue from her soaked little box. He wiped her cream off his face and then crawled up to ease himself between her legs. Karen kissed him gratefully.
“Now we’re going to have something I’ve owed you for five years,” he said tenderly, “a decent fuck.”
Karen grinned naughtily. She couldn’t hide her excitement. “Oh, yes, Phil,” she panted, “I’d love that. Hurry, darling, put your cock in me. I want it so much.”
She felt the big hard head of his cock easing into the slippery pit of her cunt mouth, and with a horny moan she opened her legs even wider and thrust her pussy eagerly upward to take his stiff meat. The fit was perfect, the aim exact. Phil’s swollen rock-hard dick was suddenly stuffing her small hot twat, working deliciously deep into her, butting her womb.
“Oh, my God, YES,” Karen gasped, “yes, fuck me, my darling, ball me, screw me. I want you, Phil. I want your cock.”
“And I want your cunt, baby,” he panted. “Oh, Christ, do I want your cunt.”
To prove it, he started balling her hard and fast and deep, just the way she liked it best. When it came to fucking, Karen had little use for gentleness. That was fine in foreplay, but when she got balled, she wanted it to be for real. She squealed with delight as Phil’s hard deep thrusts, and she creamed hotly all around his jerking prick. Phil moaned, too, and licked and nibbled her neck as he fucked her.
“Baby, this is terrific,” he sighed. “This is the way it always should have been.”
Karen had to agree. She’d, always been hot for Phil, always wanted him, but there was one big important difference in their fucking this time. He wasn’t coming too fast. He was giving her plenty of time to get off. In fact he was humping away like a Goddamned pile driver. She gurgled and moaned with joy.
“I love it, love It,” she wailed. “Oh, Phil, darling, you’re balling me so well. Ummmm, ummmmmm, I’m coming!”
She did, wailing and writhing, but Phil just kept on fucking her right through the blinding climax. Luann must have taught him some magic fuck—and Karen certainly appreciated it. He brought her off two more times before she could catch her breath. Her solemn puritanical husband had become a tiger in bed.
“Darling, wait,” Karen panted, “let’s try something else. I think you’ll like this.”
Phil had been practicing his new skills on her all evening, and now it was time for Karen to show what she’d learned. Phil obediently withdrew his stiff cream-soaked cock, and with a wicked grin Karen quickly turned over, getting onto her hands and knees and raising her pert little butt high in the air.